Dear Aiwa,
Your speakers are of the utmost quality. The bass that vibrates the floor, the sound that
echoes around the room. The memories I have created through you blessing my ears are unquantifiable. I still remember the first song I heard, “Waiting in Vain” by Bob Marley. The 4- speaker set up in our small attic allowed the music to be heard all the way to our first floor, much to the anger of my mother. My father and I always listened to UB40’s 70s and 80s albums. Through you, I found happiness through music.
My connection to music has allowed me to maintain friendships I otherwise would have lost touch with. My friends found it hilarious when I shared some albums of my childhood, because it was so different from contemporary music. Whether it was Jean Michel Jarre’s creation of synthwave or Enigma’s declaration of New Age music, I had the privilege of social capital through you.
Privilege? How can one have privilege over sound?
Well it is simple, and I took it for granted. Through you Aiwa, I was fortunate to create poignant memories with my father and instill a love for music from an early age. Through you Aiwa, I was able to make new friends and connect with my college professors by sharing a snapshot of the music I listened to as a young kid. But so many other students were not able to do the same. Music is always in the background, but silence fills the void when you are unable to broadcast music. Many poor children today are waking up without the chance to escape from their harsh reality. Without music, they are reminded of their plight. And that is a damn shame.
Sincerely,
A dude riding the synth-wave